Oh how aum the sum an sun we tithe the tears yet later runO'er the hills climb little boys tonkas for BMW's still played as toysYet sweet drips sweat of furrowed brow prize of reaping work from plowNeat like lightning danger like death an assumption voiced on hollow breathfree the wind held in open hand stagnant of rot the always grasping manTime does tell and when do we lie at feet of seconds comprising our livesFear doth wreak havok on man yet smiles be treats on ones without plansEver the sway pendulum's dance first Yin then Yang the way the "and "Simplicity serenity severity seeks shallow seduction of thinking does reekIf ever a game on play for the stage an actor forgets his one and true nameWell twee diddle dee a little wee sum of price to pay for lyrical fun.

And they said yes and came a tumultuous sound the trees did shake and rocking was the ground, oh yes again they said in time to twirling of cosmos and creation of time, why yes the roared with laughter and glee and the earth was brought from imagination to reality, yes yes their voices cried St the cus became life and the horizon became wide, now yes was the sound that spun round an round a most superb realization a glorious sound.

( and then the cacoon opened and mahrhoki saw a fresh butterfly wings still unfurled emerging. He peered into the cacoon, and said "hello, any one else in there? " and just ever so faintly he heard " yes " like a wisper on the wind like a vibration in the bone like an echo from afar like a rumble in the earth.

Who new butterflies made universes inside cacoons, That's absurd! (Someone says)well, they must! Can you prove they don't!

Lightheaded is a journey we take with temperature sensitive candle creatures who sacrifice what they know to become who they are.Lightheaded is a journey we take with temperature sensitive candle creatures who sacrifice what they know to become who they are.